Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Prelude Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The evening came the golden vane	A
A moment in the sunset glanced	B
Then darkened and then gleamed again	C
As from the east the moon advanced	B
And touched it with a softer light	D
While underneath with flowing mane	A
Upon the sign the Red Horse pranced	D
And galloped forth into the night	D
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But brighter than the afternoon	E
That followed the dark day of rain	A
And brighter than the golden vane	A
That glistened in the rising moon	E
Within the ruddy fire light gleamed	D
And every separate window pane	A
Backed by the outer darkness showed	D
A mirror where the flamelets gleamed	D
And flickered to and fro and seemed	D
A bonfire lighted in the road	D
	-
Amid the hospitable glow	F
Like an old actor on the stage	G
With the uncertain voice of age	G
The singing chimney chanted low	F
The homely songs of long ago	F
	-
The voice that Ossian heard of yore	H
When midnight winds were in his hall	I
A ghostly and appealing call	I
A sound of days that are no more	H
And dark as Ossian sat the Jew	J
And listened to the sound and knew	J
The passing of the airy hosts	K
The gray and misty cloud of ghosts	K
In their interminable flight	D
And listening muttered in his beard	D
With accent indistinct and weird	D
'Who are ye children of the Night '	-
	-
Beholding his mysterious face	L
'Tell me ' the gay Sicilian said	D
'Why was it that in breaking bread	D
At supper you bent down your head	D
And musing paused a little space	L
As one who says a silent grace '	-
	-
The Jew replied with solemn air	M
'I said the Manichaean's prayer	M
It was his faith perhaps is mine	N
That life in all its forms is one	O
And that its secret conduits run	O
Unseen but in unbroken line	N
From the great fountain head divine	N
Through man and beast through grain and grass	P
Howe'er we struggle strive and cry	Q
From death there can be no escape	R
And no escape from life alas	P
Because we cannot die but pass	P
From one into another shape	R
It is but into life we die	Q
	-
'Therefore the Manichaean said	D
This simple prayer on breaking bread	D
Lest he with hasty hand or knife	S
Might wound the incarcerated life	S
The soul in things that we call dead	D
'I did not reap thee did not bind thee	T
I did not thrash thee did not grind thee	T
Nor did I in the oven bake thee	T
It was not I it was another	U
Did these things unto thee O brother	U
I only have thee hold thee break thee ''	-
	-
'That birds have souls I can concede '	-
The Poet cried with glowing cheeks	V
'The flocks that from their beds of reed	D
Uprising north or southward fly	Q
And flying write upon the sky	Q
The biforked letter of the Greeks	V
As hath been said by Rucellai	Q
All birds that sing or chirp or cry	Q
Even those migratory bands	W
The minor poets of the air	M
The plover peep and sanderling	Q
That hardly can be said to sing	Q
But pipe along the barren sands	W
All these have souls akin to ours	X
So hath the lovely race of flowers	X
Thus much I grant but nothing more	H
The rusty hinges of a door	H
Are not alive because they creak	Q
This chimney with its dreary roar	H
These rattling windows do not speak '	-
'To me they speak ' the Jew replied	D
'And in the sounds that sink and soar	H
I hear the voices of a tide	D
That breaks upon an unknown shore '	-
	-
Here the Sicilian interfered	D
'That was your dream then as you dozed	D
A moment since with eyes half closed	D
And murmured something in your beard '	-
The Hebrew smiled and answered 'Nay	N
Not that but something very near	Y
Like and yet not the same may seem	Z
The vision of my waking dream	Z
Before it wholly dies away	A2
Listen to me and you shall hear '	-

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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